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With a innocent shrug she gently caught his hand, wiping the blood from the wound carfully. " you may." but he had to ask it, not ask if he could. tearing the cloth she wraped it around his hand firmly, staunching the blood flow yet not hindering his movements. she seemed unaware of his aggitation, her movements soothing and calm as she tied the cloth and let go of him.. but the way she stood, with her left hand near her gun, proved she was very aware of it. " you should not cut yourself like this, hands bleed overly much."

" I am not sure. something is.. familiar.. here." her tone had quieted a little, as if unsure how to explain the strange feeling that had pulled her here. pushing the thought aside she smiled shyly, her tone sweet as she laughed softly. " i do not know what weird is, it is hard to find out what it means in this place. i was watching because i am curious." pointing at the others she asked. " Did they make you hurt yourself?"

As the bloody dirt was moved, the dormant Edward felt his life force being pulled away from the nether-realm, back to the world above. What on earth are they doing to me now? He thought to himself. The voice of Kirai, and her pleas of help called to him then. Informing him of what needed to be done, it was time to protect the ones he loved most from the devastation and chaos. Eventually he started feeling his body again, the numbness fading away, and the dire need for air. Upon fully waking he started to climb out of his grave in a frantic struggle, until he broke ground and gulped oxygen into his lungs. Looking around he was slightly dazed, and more than confused. "What am I doing here? Why am I back on this plane of existence?"

Salazar moved with her "I did what I was required to do." He said a low tone. His head lowered in shame. "Nothing more and nothing less. It cannot be changed. There is no going back from this." He walked to Edward and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Shabbat Shalom, Edward. Welcome back to the world of the living."

Edward slowly reached up and removed her hand from his lips. "They did what they thought was best. Apparently I am needed once again to stop Dr. Rosenthal." Edward looked around. "So anyone want to brief me on the situation?"

Kirai, stareing at Edward blankly, opened her mouth and tried to say something, but instead of speaking, two tears trailed down her pale cheeks. Looking down away from him, she whispered, "I'm so sorry, Edward..." Looking back up at him, and making eye contact with him, she said, "Avarice is posing a horrible threat to everyone, him, and his sister." Kirai said the word 'sister' with disgust in her voice, pausing only momentarly before going on. "He's more powerful of a necromancer than ever before, and with her, none of us, all of us together, don't seem to stand a chance." Kirai's eyes, for just a moment, seemed alive again, the water on her cheeks, although no longer running, glistening in the moonlight. "I apologize... I'm already dead, and you passed away as well... I'm not afraid of dieing, however" Her hands tightened into fists in her lap. "I had to do something, I feel Avarice is my responsiblity... I am so sorry it has come down to this." And I missed you, Edward... When Edward died, Kirai had no one. No one in the world, she was left alone with her hate and grief and emptyness, even greater than before. Now, however, doing this to Edward, she felt a new kind of hate; self hate. She fell forward, bowing to him as she said these last lines, her voice breaking as she said them, sounding weak, both from emotions, and so much blood loss... she felt like she could hardly move.

Lanius grinned, smirked, as normal. He walked over to Edward and held out his hand to shake. "You did a nice job at killing me, perfect, actually. However, I can't say I'm sorry for the troubles I caused... besides, the end result was the hundreds of years of peace that both of us wanted, although you were the only one vocal about it." His eyes were dark and deep, but gleamed. He might be a selfish blood thristy aristocrat at times, but he was also impossible to read, as well as his motives and ideas at any given moment.